This stout little man… his brothers shadow, his mama’s constant hug, the most gentle soul, a super hero, his daddy’s biggest fan, the boy with the saddest sad face and the most contagious laugh, and soon to be middle child is officially three.  Three.  What happened?  Oh, so much has really.  Four homes for the little boy, lots of adventures and travel, lots of cuddles, and lots and lots of laughs.  He has given me the most precious hugs and his words melt my soul.  He has given us maybe a handful of full nights sleep since his birth and more public tantrums than I can count on both my fingers and toes.  Oh, but he makes up for it with his big soft cheeks, his sincere apologies, and more love than I could have ever imagined being given.

The day was glorious and sunshiney.  A perfect day to celebrate my Rowan.  When it finally arrives, we did purchas him a Rowan Tree (Mountain Ash) to watch grow and climb and swing from one day.  But really, all he wanted was cookie cake though which of course I could commit too!  Nothing like 5 dozen miniature little chocolate chip cookies to cover a whipped cream topped vanilla cake!  And the little cupcakes were as adorable as the birthday boy himself.

And now I have a three-year old and four-year old to spend my days with.  How cool is that?  Happy birthday Rowan!